Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

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The shimmering waters of the Yangchun River lay silent and majestic, rendering human strength utterly insignificant before it.

Wisps of cooking smoke rose, carrying the rich aroma of meat.

Giant stew pots were lined up along the riverbank, one after another, stretching to the end of the line of sight.

Colonels in cloud-patterned ink robes, or draped in Fierce Wolf Cloaks, had never carried out such an order before. Without wine, they simply had to eat the meat heartily.

As for the source of the meat.

Three fierce dragon heads of the Jiao Clan were hung high, their hundred-yard long bodies coiled on the riverbank. Though they had been dead for a while, they still maintained their appearance from when alive, without any signs of decay. Colonels with some cooking skills carved meat with treasured knives, then stewed it over high heat, sprinkling fine salt to make it palatable.

The old general, clad in profound armor, sat at the forefront, with a small table before him.

His demeanor was calm, pouring himself half a bowl of wine without haste and taking a sip. His eyes indifferently watched the river's surface before him.

Even the crashing waves did not stir his emotions.

Under his powerful presence, even the Yangchun River seemed less imposing by comparison.

Demon-suppression Patrol on the River!

The Colonels of Linjiang Prefecture chewed on Jiao dragon meat while casting looks of awe and reverence towards the patriarch.

People said General Chen was getting old, but who would think that an aging tiger might still harbor lingering rage in his heart? When he reopened his tiger eyes, he was still the Demon-suppression Great General who once awed Linjiang Prefecture with his might!

Two months ago, the Yangchun River Jiao Clan dared to leave the water and bring calamity to the human world.

Today, General Chen let these beasts witness the methods of the Demon-suppression Bureau before their very eyes.

Feast on their flesh, drink their blood!

With that Heavy Iron Halberd, he kept all the aquatic races from raising their heads.

"..."

Chen Qiankun wanted to rub his stiff face, but feeling the intense gazes from behind, he dismissed the thought.

He hadn't had such a proud and exhilarating feeling for many years with the young men who followed him.

There are differences between Demon-suppression Great Generals.

For instance, in Yushan Prefecture, under Jiang Qiulan's intimidation, not a single demon dared to invade. So much so, that even in her absence for months, the Prefectural City remained tranquil. Her subordinate Colonels needed only to carry out the most basic inspections.

His own young subordinates, however, were constantly under tremendous pressure from demons, barely able to relax for a moment.

Having finally enjoyed a similar atmosphere, it's best not to dampen their spirits.

"Just that..."

Chen Qiankun stared at the placid surface of the river and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

If that old Jiaolong had truly achieved a breakthrough again, it would be comparable to a warrior who had triumphed over three stages of the inner core. Furthermore, on the enemy's territory, not to mention himself, even if Jiang Qiulan came, killing it would be impossible.

When he sent the message through Liu Yuquan, what he said in jest was actually a hope to borrow Qingzhou's sharpest sword. At least it could drive the old Jiaolong back into the water and prevent Linjiang Prefecture from becoming a disaster zone.

As for why he agreed to Shen Yi's plan.

Besides genuinely admiring this young man and willing to join him in this escapade, he also felt that as a Demon-suppression Great General, there was no justification to hide in the Prefectural City and push out the common people he was supposed to protect to die in his stead.

At this moment, in the distant village.

A few people also gathered around a table.

The villagers had been dispersed, leaving only two who refused to leave.

The widow carefully took Jiao dragon meat from the pot and brought it to the table while timidly glancing at the young man in the profound armor with a red cape at the side.

After several months, he still carried the Gold-patterned Black Sheath, and although his handsome face had lost some of its previous coldness and bloodthirstiness, the pressure he exuded far surpassed that of before. It was as if the killing had internalized his murderous aura.

The madman no longer looked disheveled as before but appeared as a refined young man.

He took out his family's hidden wine, respectfully filling glasses for the two guests.

Fang Heng had no interest in drinking, his face full of worry, but he remained silent at the side. After many encounters, he had learned to keep quiet in Shen Yi's presence.

The matters Shen Yi intended to do were not for him to question.

"..."

Shen Yi closed his eyes and turned inward.

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Only within the sea of Qi.

The Dao seed within the Heaven-Devouring Inner Core, now fully grown, was emitting a crimson glow, surrounded by a dense white fog.

Ever since his arrival in Linjiang Prefecture, the Incense Willpower seemed to have become even more abundant.

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Even if someone really did build a temple for him, it hadn't been that long since he crossed over. How could there be such a plentiful supply?

He didn't recall doing anything that warranted such offerings from others either.

Forget it, why overthink it?

Shen Yi had already entertained the idea of nurturing both the Dao Infant and Yin God simultaneously, and now that he had some time, he decided to give it a try.

He opened his eyes and checked the panel, looking at the remaining lifespan of over nine thousand years.

He began to deduce the Heaven-Devouring Elixir Technique once more.

But this time, instead of relying on the Demon Core's cultivation, he set his sights on the Incense Willpower.

[First year, you begin to attempt planting the God seed…]

In an instant, the white fog, which had previously been instinctively drawing closer to the young man, suddenly greedily surged towards the Inner Core within his sea of Qi.

Seeing this situation, Shen Yi finally understood why the path of the Yin God was considered a shortcut.

He didn't need to laboriously gather anything; as long as he sat there, Incense Willpower would envelop him from all directions.

It was probably because he had such experience before that his progress was smooth and uneventful.

[Year nine hundred and thirty-two, you have successfully condensed the God seed…]

The previously invisible white fog became thinner.

In exchange, a pulsating white light appeared in the Inner Core, reflecting the crimson Dao seed.

Was it really this easy?

Shen Yi lifted his cup of wine to conceal the surprise in his expression.

The white light point and the crimson Dao seed didn't seem to be the same thing; he could even see the intertwining of their respective red tendrils, like a soul reaching out to touch the physical body and then penetrating directly through it.

Now, there was no need to even bother squeezing them together.

But this white light point didn't seem to bring any improvement to him.

There was no change in strength or aura.

Regrettably, the Incense Willpower had been almost depleted; otherwise, Shen Yi would have liked to continue deducing further to see what new changes might occur.

He closed the panel and began to explore the purpose of this white God seed.

Originally, he had thought of provoking Patriarch Chen Qiankun to aggravate the old Jiaolong, make it witness its brethren being dismembered and devoured, and in a fit of rage, force a breakthrough—an unstable realm with greatly reduced strength...

But now, the Yangchun River seemed even calmer than usual.

It seemed that an old creature that had lived for so many years still possessed its composure.

In the blink of an eye, another five days passed.

The water in the pots by the river had dried up time and time again.

The bodies of the three hundred-zhang long Jiaolong had been sliced into a ragged mess, a sight too dreadful to look at.

The Colonels were truly about to vomit from eating so much. Even if there was a need to intimidate the river clans, there was no need to continue endlessly, right?

They looked helplessly towards Patriarch Chen in the front, only to find that he showed no signs of ordering a halt.

Just then, the man finally stood up.

A flicker of joy appeared in the eyes of the Colonels, but before the happiness could even register on their faces, they saw waves slapping against the riverside.

In the turbid waters of the Yangchun River, suddenly, a pitch-black line emerged, at least two hundred zhang in length.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, their pupils suddenly constricting, goosebumps rising all over their bodies.

A dark shadow appeared underwater and then quickly expanded until it occupied most of the river surface.

That black line was unmistakably the spine of some underwater monster!